[Event]

[keepersouha]

*So, other than Maybe Possibly the New Horizons project starting, it's an honestly beautiful Fall day today.

So Souha's taking some advantage of it and walking around, a small and young Sumiho riding piggyback on their shoulders some of the time, or walking and holding onto Souha's sweater the other time.

They can either be in the park, heading for SAI, or even at SAI, actually. Since Sumiho is pretty At Risk for gaining an ability of some sort... good to get him familiarized with going there at all.*

Comments

[danse_etoile]

::How about you run into me at SAI. Specifically I notice you and your cute son riding piggyback.::

[keepersouha]

*sure, that works. he comes into the building, and notices you.*

Oh, hello, Mrs. Yuuki.

*Sumiho staaaares at this lady.*

[danse_etoile]

Mr. Samasu, I believe or is it Wakahisa now?

::Waves to Sumiho.::

[keepersouha]

I'm still Samasu. We agreed it's better for us.

*Sumiho hides behind Souha's head, before waving a little. shyly.*

[danse_etoile]

Ah. Business related reasons I assume.

And who's this?

::Squats trying to get more to Sumiho's level, smiling.::

[keepersouha]

*... the fact that I'm still so short that you even have to do that is demoralizing. Sumiho keeps hiding, but he peeks out a little.*

This is Sumiho. My son. He'll be two years old next month.

[danse_etoile]

He's rather charming. So why are you two here, if you don't mind me butting my nose in.

[duelacademynpcs]

::Souha and Sumiho, while walking around, that's a whistle being blown as a red haired women blows it, pointing at you.::

[keepersouha]

*they both look over with a ??? expression*

[duelacademynpcs]

::Marches over to you two.::

Are you one Samasu Souha, Alumni of Duel Academia?

[keepersouha]

Er... Yes?

[duelacademynpcs]

I'll put this bluntly: Kaiba Corporation is aware you're running an illegal clinic, and we'd prefer not have an alumni besmirch the corporation's highly valued name.

[duelacademynpcs]

Ergo, we want to have have certified, and are willing to get you to an equivalency test.

[crimsoncryptid]

::How about walking and holding onto Sumiho's sweater in the park, you meet a woman in a labcoat on a bench, reading an exotic tabloid: "Mothman comes to Domino, becomes aspiring fashion model.".::

[keepersouha]

*Sumiho is holding onto my sweater.

but, Souha stops walking when they see you.

That's... an interesting tabloid.*

[crimsoncryptid]

Hrm?

::Looks up, munching on a donut, swallows.::

Hello.

[keepersouha]

Oh, hello, miss.

That... seems to be an interesting thing you're reading.

*Sumiho keeps cover behind Souha. strangerrr.*

[crimsoncryptid]

It also happens to be the truth.

[keepersouha]

What? Mothman?

[hardcorebestcore]

No sneaking, people don't like the sneaking. So going to hop out of the tree a decent distance ahead in the park instead of when right atop of you and wave. And walk quickly with thudding combat boots.

"Hey! Um... ... mist-mis-... Souha and Sumiho!"

[keepersouha]

*yeah that's right. Souha stops walking with mild surprise. Sumiho seems to squeak and hide.*

Oh, ah... Hello. You're, ah... the daughter of the ones Noriko and I went to meet before, right?

[hardcorebestcore]

"Yes! Trendafilka Adelina Cardozo! Aw, I wasn't going to hurt the baby." She blinks at Sumiho, trying to look as non-threatening as she possibly can.

"How are you two today?"

[keepersouha]

Oh, we're fine. Fine. Just enjoying the weather. It's been very pleasant, Miss Cardozo.

*Sumiho is still soooo shy. he's so small. but he smells like fire.*

[hardcorebestcore]

"It is! We hardly ever got fall in Brazil, just warm and wet." She gives a very small, non-threatening wave at Sumiho, using just her fingers.

"Trendafilka, or Trena, please. Do not have to be so formal with me, yes?" She tilts her head this way at you. Another way at Sumiho. Gives a small sniff and seems to be pondering... something.

[keepersouha]

*it's very fire. nearing brimstone levels. Both of them are very burning. Sumiho just gives a little wave.*

Ah, very well, Miss Trena. Sorry, I'm used to being formal with people.